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El Cornudo
Chapter 2 When I awakened the next morning, Isabella was already up and in the shower. I tossed back the covers, unsurprised to see my penis still erect. I had the feeling that it had been that way during the entire night, and now that I was awake the memories of our sex play came flooding over me once again. At that moment, the shower was turned off and Isabella came out of the bathroom completely nude, toweling her wet hair. Again, I was overcome with her beauty, and thought how very lucky I was to have such a person as my wife. I wanted to beg her to come to bed again, but she demonstrated her impatience by saying, "We're late. Go get rid of that piss hardon of yours, and then clean yourself. You smell like a pig." She had always been much more earthy in her language than I was, and that day was no different. I hurried to the bathroom to do her bidding, knowing that my erection had nothing to do with a full bladder, but very much to do with the very exciting things we'd done last night. I was hoping that we'd soon be doing them again, and I vowed to please her in every way possible so maybe she would cooperate. ________________ We were soon on our way to the town where the workshop would be held. Since Carlos had driven in this area before, and still possessed a driver license for Mexico, he was our designated driver. Isabella sat in front also, since she would be reading the Spanish-language map, and acting as navigator. That left the back seat for me, and I was glad to be able to spread out and have a chance to take a nap. My interrupted sleep of the night before, while more than worth it, had left me feeling extremely drowsy, and I was soon in that semi-conscious state that precedes sleep. As I was dropping off to the sound of my wife and Carlos chatting in Spanish, I thought I heard him speak that same phrase Isabella had used last night when she was in the depths of her orgasm. I wasn't sure of the exact spelling, but it sounded like, "el cornudo." I made a mental note to myself to ask her what it meant. I don't know how long I slept, but from the pangs of hunger I was feeling, was sure it was close to lunchtime when I awakened. As my eyes opened a fraction of an inch, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight, I saw that Isabella was sitting very close to Carlos, with her head resting against him, and his right arm was around her shoulders. I assumed that she had fallen asleep, and he was trying to cradle her body so it wouldn't fall against the door or the dashboard. They had been good friends from the very first time they met, and it was obvious that he was concerned for her safety. I recalled that it had been her suggestion that we rent the guest house to Carlos, and I knew it was important to her to have someone nearby who could speak her native tongue, so she wouldn't fall out of practice with it. I must have made some sort of sound as I came awake, because Isabella looked back at me as if startled. She moved back to her side of the seat, saying, "Welcome back, sleepyhead. We thought you were going to sleep all day. What did you do yesterday that made you so tired?" She laughed then, and I was surprised when Carlos joined in. I was almost embarrassed, as I was sure she was referring to what we had done in our bed several hours ago, and wondered if she had hinted to the other man about it. Surely she wouldn't do such a thing, I thought to myself. I think I said something about having jet lag, and then changed the subject by asking about our arrival time. Carlos said we were about half an hour from the village, so I consoled my empty stomach by telling it I'd feed it in about an hour. That brought back memories of the food it had been given last night, and that in turn caused my penis to stir. It was obvious my body thought those events had been very exciting, and every time my brain recalled them, it would send signals to my groin to get ready for more. I tried to control myself by staring out the window, trying to identify the plants that were speeding by, and assigning common and scientific names to them. That seemed to work, and my genitals controlled themselves. ___________________ Nothing of moment happened following our arrival in the village, other than we found a cantina that would serve lunch to us, and we then drove to the local school, where the workshop would be held. Isabella told me that she and Carlos would be busy there the remainder of the day, and indeed for the next two days. Her suggestion that I take a walking tour of the local area was welcome, and I quickly got my backpack and headed out of town on a path that had been suggested by the local teacher. My afternoon was full of collecting plant specimens, sketching them in my notebook, and noting every detail I could about the ecology surrounding them. It may not seem exciting to you, but it is to me, since it's my profession. I was glad of the opportunity to collect so many unusual, at least to me, specimens, and knew my students would benefit by my work on this trip. It was almost dark when I returned to the village, and I walked directly to the home we had rented for our stay. Carlos and Isabella were already there, sitting on the porch. I was given a few minutes to "freshen up," and then we walked to the cantina for our evening meal. I was simply exhausted by all the walking I had done, and by the mental stimulation provided by the new flora I'd seen that day. Again the two said they wanted to look around before retiring, and I said that I'd find my way home by myself and get an early start on my sleep. Deep in my heart, I was hoping that Isabella would repeat what she'd done the previous night, but I doubted she would, since Carlos would be sleeping in the room right next to ours. _________________ To my overwhelming delight, she once again brought me out of a deep sleep by fondling my genitals. This time, her attentions to me seemed to be almost desperate, and I could tell she was as aroused as if we'd been engaged in foreplay for several minutes. Again she pulled my head to her wonderful breasts, and again I found the nipples as hard as rocks. I suckled them as vigorously as I could, delighting in her sighs and moans of pleasure. Unlike the previous night, Isabella didn't guide my head to her crotch. Instead, she pushed me onto my back and quickly sat up, and then swung one leg over my body. As she settled in place over my eager mouth, she was facing my crotch, and immediately began abusing what she found there. The more I licked and sucked her delicious juices, the more aroused she seemed to become, and I truly feared she'd tear my testicles free of my body. Far from trying to protect them from her, though, I spread my legs even wider to give her better access. Another sign that she was more aroused than last night was the large amount of lubrication in her vagina. It seemed to be almost twice as much as the night before, and also more salty and tangy. It could never be enough for me, no matter what the quantity, and I licked, sucked, and swallowed time after time. Her moaning increased in intensity, and if I hadn't been equally excited, I'd have feared that Carlos was able to hear us. At that time, it was beyond my imagination that there were any other people in the world, and I simply didn't care how vocal Isabella was. Unlike the previous night, she moved forward before she orgasmed, centering her vagina on my protruding chin, and once again centering her anus over my mouth. The abuse she was giving my genitals seemed to increase then, and it seemed to me that she placed both hands on my penis and tried to bend it over double. I know that if she had done so, even to the point of actually breaking the shaft, I would not have done anything to prevent it. There is simply no way to explain the extreme lust I was feeling then, and rather than trying to avoid her punishments, I would have begged for even more had I been able to speak. My mouth had better things to do then than to form words. My tongue thrust quickly in and out of her puckered opening, and then licked frantically all around it. Isabella's soft cry, and her order to, "Suck it, el cornudo!", told me she was cumming. I fastened my lips tightly around her anus then, and obeyed her order. At that exact moment, my own orgasm began as she pulled with all her strength on the sensitive area beneath my glans, at the same time trying to crush my testicles. I have no memory of the next few seconds, rather than as the most glorious orgasm I'd ever had. I think I continued to suck, as she had ordered. Whether I did or not, the result was the same. When I regained a slight bit of my ability to think, I realized there was something new and different in my mouth, and it wasn't her vaginal juice. I'm sure you're feeling a sense of revulsion as you read this, thinking that no man could ever find such a thing arousing. I would probably agree with you if I were in a lucid state, but at that time I was in the clutches of my extreme lust. My only reaction was to swallow what was in my mouth, and then to once again suck the source, hoping for further gifts. Those gifts were not to be given, as my wife was finished with her orgasm. She lifted up and squatted beside me, looking at my midsection in the dim light provided by the full moon outside our window. As I watched, she scraped up the semen I'd deposited there a few moments earlier, then fed it to me just as she had the previous night. Not a word was said as she completed that feeding ritual, and not when she settled into place beside me. Again she lay on her stomach, drifting asleep, and again I lay beside her with my penis still very much erect. I tried to come to terms with what we'd done, but simply couldn't rationalize it. Every part of my forebrain tried to make me feel disgust at what had happened, but every part of my hindbrain, with the cooperation of my body, begged for more. I actually considered very carefully spreading her legs and again fastening my mouth to her nether region, hoping that in her sleep she'd give me what I craved. Of course, I didn't do that, but merely lay there sleepless. I'm sure it was very close to dawn when I finally fell asleep. _________________ The next morning we ate breakfast at the cantina, with the situation seemingly unchanged from any other day. It was certainly different for me in one aspect. When I had awakened, the taste in my mouth was almost enough to make me ill. I'm glad Isabella wasn't there to see me rush to the water bucket on the nearby chest, and vigorously rinse and spit repeatedly. I followed that with a long period of using my toothbrush, not only on my teeth, but on my tongue and mouth lining as well. After almost 15 minutes of that activity, I could once again live with myself. The tortillas and burritos we had for breakfast helped to settle my stomach, as they were a familiar food from the years of Isabella's cooking. After the first few bites, I was able to stop thinking of that other "food" resting in my stomach right then, and joined in the conversation. Since the two were planning to again spend almost the entire day at the school, finalizing preparations for tomorrow's workshop, I again decided to spend my free time roaming the countryside, looking for more botanical specimens. This time, I asked the waitress to pack a lunch for me, along with a water bottle, and when it was ready, said my goodbyes and left the village. Once again, the day was spent rambling, collecting, sketching, and writing. It would have been the most pleasant day I'd spent in years, except for the recollections that kept popping into my head. It seemed that every flower I saw reminded me of Isabella's vagina, and every curled, brown leaf, of the gift she'd given me. It seemed to me that I spent virtually the entire day with an erection. It's good that I didn't meet any other people on my walk, or they'd probably have run screaming in fear of the gringo rapist bearing down on them. As the previous day, I returned at twilight. Again we ate our evening meal at the cantina, and again I pleaded exhaustion. This time, though, when I settled into the bed, sleep did not come easily. Over and over, the images of what had happened, and what I sincerely hoped would happen again, ran through my fevered brain. I finally had to throw off the single sheet that was the only covering needed in the warm climate, fearful that its rubbing against my throbbing penis would cause me to ejaculate. I must have fallen asleep at some point, because I was brought to full wakefulness by the sound of Isabella's soft cry. From the nearness of her voice, I guessed that she was walking to our bedroom and had bumped into something, or maybe stubbed her toe. Whatever it was, it now gave me a focus for my lustful anticipation, and I lay quietly waiting for her arrival. It was probably five minutes later when I saw her shadow enter through the doorway. As I watched through barely-open eyelids, she entered the shaft of moonlight. I was surprised to see she was completely undressed, but then assumed she'd done so in the hallway in order to not disturb me. Whatever the reason, it was almost more than I could do to not leap from the bed and drag her into it. I needn't have worried about her not being interested in more sex play that night. She must have realized that I was awake, and from the sight of my erection bobbing back and forth in the moonlight, knew I was already aroused. Rather than wasting time fondling my genitals to get me turned on, she stepped from the floor directly to her hoped-for position over my head. I saw her pull something like white cloth from between her legs, and thought that it was probably her panties. It was odd that they had been there, rather than her wearing them, but at that time my ability to have a rational thought was nonexistent. My only thought then was to pull her wonderful-smelling and delicious-tasting vagina down to my eager mouth, and so I did. Again she was flooded with her lubricant, but it didn't seem at all odd to me. I wanted all I could get of the stuff, and the more she could make for me, the better I would like it. I licked and sucked feverishly, quickly swallowing each delicious mouthful and going back for more. I was struck by how warm her crotch was, but didn't dwell on it. I guess in my mind (if I had a mind at that point, other than my balls), I thought she was as turned on by what we had been doing as I was, and that was what was making her so hot and wet. All the time I was cleaning her vagina, she was abusing my genitals. She started by using the thumb and forefinger of each hand to roughly grip the flesh on each side of the opening in my glans. She then began to draw her hands apart, almost as if trying to split my penis down its length. When she tired of that, she dropped her hands to my balls and began duplicating her efforts. She grabbed one in each hand, and after squeezing them with all her might, began pulling them apart. Her fingernails were digging into the flesh between my widely-stretched orbs, and I was sure that if the sac were punctured, by even the slightest bit, it would be torn into two separate parts. As before, that thought didn't frighten me, but merely seemed to arouse me to new heights. As her orgasm approached, Isabella once again positioned her vagina over my chin, and her anus over my mouth. I heard her moan almost before I could react by opening to my widest extent. Again she cried out, "Eat it, el cornudo! Eat all of it!" I certainly didn't need her instructions, for as I felt her gift fill my mouth, I was already swallowing. I know that during that time my own orgasm swept over me, but it was secondary to the lust that was produced by what my wife was doing to me. I had no other focus than swallowing what she had given me, hoping she would continue to give me that which I so strongly craved. I'm sure that Isabella also orgasmed in that space of time, but in my selfish concentration on my own pleasure, I didn't notice it. My only clue was when she at last lifted up and crouched beside me, again scraping up my sticky mess and feeding it to me. As soon as that had been accomplished, she lay down as before and promptly fell asleep, leaving me to deal with my still rampant penis in the best way I could. Since I was ashamed to masturbate with my wife lying beside me, my method of dealing with the rebellious thing was to ignore it. Again, that was not successful, and it caused me to lie awake for at least an hour as it made its demands.
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